The Light and Dark

Chapter Two

"You were almost too late," A woman's voice growled, the voice was delicate but cut through the darkness in my mind as a flame.

"I could not force her to come with me," I heard Mia's voice retort. "I could not even move, let alone force her to take my hand. She might not have ever met you but she is exactly like you." Mia snapped, I heard footsteps, then a heavy sigh.

"Is she going to die?" I heard the first woman asked.

"No Macha she will survive, it was just some cuts from glass and a burn from the fire, but she will be fine in another day or so." A man said, I felt a hand touch my forehead. I wanted to flinch away, I could not stand to be touched by others.

"When will she wake?" The woman, Macha, asked.

"I do not know, by everyone else's recovery she should have been away two days ago," The man whispered to her.

"She has missed out on so much, sleeping here in her room. I fear that if she continues to sleep that she will miss too much to find her place among the Light." She said, her delicate voice solemn, I could feel the hand on my forehead shaking, her breath was coming is small bursts, she was crying.

"She is already of the Light, she will have a place among us." He said, his voice soft, attempting to comfort Macha.

"Apollo's sons have already learned to fly and are learning to bend the Light to their will, yet my daughter lies here asleep." Macha said. My heart jumped, she had called me her daughter. "Nodens what if she never wakes."

"My Samuel only woke yesterday, give her time," He said, I heard his footsteps as he left Macha to be alone with me.

"My dear Lyra, please come back to me," I felt her hand lift from my skin, I felt a light breeze as she moved away. I was alone, I could not open my eyes, I could not move, and the darkness closed in once more.

My eyes opened, I was in the white room still, I took a deep breath and raised my arm, it moved. I let out a shuddering breath of relief, as I pushed myself up. I swung my legs from the soft slab that had been my bed and let my bare feet touch the warm stone floor. I looked down at my hands, the cuts from the glass in my apartment were gone, the flesh was white as though the damage had never happened. I ran my hands over the garment I was wearing, a backless halter dress, bleached pure white, with delicate gold stitching around the belt. It felt as though it were made of silk as soft as it was beneath my fingers.

"Macha," A familiar male voice called. I turned, an arched doorway was opened five feet from the foot of the bed. Leaning against the side of the archway was a man, bare chested, in billowing white pants. His thickly muscled arms were crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were like my own, with a black sclera and blue irises.

A woman came to the doorway, and rushed into the room. Her golden hair flying behind her as wings on the wind, her dress that mirrored my own billowed out around her as she came to a stop before me. She looked down at me her purple eyes full of concern. She knelt on the ground at me feet and took my hands in hers, I flinched away.

"Oh," She whispered, "I remember Mia telling me that you do not like to be touched, I forgot, my apologies." She said, her hands dropping to her own lap. "Lyra I was so worried about you." I narrowed my eyes at her.

The same almond shaped purple eyes, the same narrow nose, the same widow's peak. It was so similar to my own reflection, with the exception of her golden hair. "Are you really my mother?" Was the first thing I asked, my voice cracked from disuse, from the table behind her, Macha took a glass of water and handed it to me. I drank the water, it was sweet and heavy, but filled me with warmth. "Honey," I whispered.